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Batten Down The Hatches


Battin down the hatches, the clouds are moving in in patches.
The sky is darkening up, and the wind is moving trees in batches.
The animals are looking up, they dont like what they see.
The hair on their bodies are standing up, on a different degree.

The lightning is very bright, and the thunder makes you jump.
The rain it pours on the road, and the hail gathers in a clump.
People they run to take cover, as the hail hits their head.
The weatherman called for sunny skies, is simply what they said.

The tempatures cools and goosebumps they appear.
Hoping that there are no tornadoes, is what everyone will fear.
Grab the raincoat and slosh through the puddles.
Grab your friend and hold them close, as both of you must huddle.

Its that season for the storms, and looking up at the sky.
Its always quite normal, as eating apple pie.
Have candles ready, and a box of tempernate matches.
Get ready for the storm right now, and battin down the hatches.



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